[00:00.000] 作曲 : Vortex Writer
[00:40.609]The sea is calm tonight
[00:59.565]The high tide reaches the ego
[01:13.653]Memoir
[01:57.247]The old moon rises above
[02:08.845]The horizon
[02:16.309]A lighting beam burns her skin
[02:35.774]A deafening sound
[02:47.757]Dragging around
[02:53.733]Like bugs
[02:59.357]Rejoicing
[03:02.189]I desired the art
[03:08.765]Of the lines drawn around the earth
[03:21.517]No one to care or to dream about
[03:31.118]Awake in desire of being the one
[03:40.211]The one who was never alone
[03:45.130]As a drenched drowned being
[03:49.690]Of someone who′s gone
[04:01.378]I hang numb as a bending flower
[04:21.162]The inverted man
[04:29.778]Craving
[04:34.498]Just hold me tight
[04:41.402]While spilling the lost conscience
[04:46.061]She always seemed so bright
[04:56.179]Carrying the teardrops of faith
[05:03.037]Of human misery
[05:10.388]Sticks were held like wands
[05:15.155]Stones thrown as in war
[05:22.235]We built dens that we call our home
[05:32.139]Yet the will was too weak to hold them tight
[05:41.605]Shame on the truth, I light my reflection
[05:48.811]An image roars
[05:53.779]Through thy empty walls
[05:58.859]Desolation descends to answer the call
[06:48.940]Succumbing the earth's shore
[06:52.439]Boldness, compunction and death
[06:56.007]I can only hear its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar
[07:06.719]The rasping sound of pebbles
[07:10.287]The waves drawing back
[07:13.935]But they will never stand behind
[07:21.159]The sea is calm tonight
[07:28.231]The high tide reaches the ego
[07:35.519]A lighting beam burns her skin

作曲 : Vortex Writer
The sea is calm tonight
The high tide reaches the ego
Memoir
The old moon rises above
The horizon
A lighting beam burns her skin
A deafening sound
Dragging around
Like bugs
Rejoicing
I desired the art
Of the lines drawn around the earth
No one to care or to dream about
Awake in desire of being the one
The one who was never alone
As a drenched drowned being
Of someone who′s gone
I hang numb as a bending flower
The inverted man
Craving
Just hold me tight
While spilling the lost conscience
She always seemed so bright
Carrying the teardrops of faith
Of human misery
Sticks were held like wands
Stones thrown as in war
We built dens that we call our home
Yet the will was too weak to hold them tight
Shame on the truth, I light my reflection
An image roars
Through thy empty walls
Desolation descends to answer the call
Succumbing the earth's shore
Boldness, compunction and death
I can only hear its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar
The rasping sound of pebbles
The waves drawing back
But they will never stand behind
The sea is calm tonight
The high tide reaches the ego
A lighting beam burns her skin